Title: The Veil's Bitter Cling: A Tale of Transformation Amidst the Undead
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In the heart of 2020, amidst a panic-stricken world gripped by a zombie pandemic, seven-year-old Benjamin and his mom, Lisa, ventured cautiously into their local grocery store. Benjamin, a small boy with unruly brown hair and fair skin, wore a red Spider-Man t-shirt and blue shorts, with sneakers that lit up when he walked. His face was a mix of fear and determination as he held onto his mom's hand, who was the only constant in this terrifying new world.
Lisa, a slender woman in her mid-thirties, stood at 5'6" and weighed about 130 pounds. Her birthday was October 15, 1984, making her 35 years old now. She had chestnut brown hair tied back into a practical ponytail, and her green eyes darted around, ever vigilant. Benjamin knew his mom's birthday and birth year by heart; it was something stable he clung to amidst the chaos. They hurriedly grabbed canned food and supplies, their cart filling up quicker than the bags underneath their eyes.
Just as they turned down the aisle with the pasta, a cacophony of moans and shuffling feet erupted from the store's entrance. Zombies were pouring in, their decaying forms limping toward the nearest fresh target. "Run, Benjamin!" Lisa screamed, yanking his hand and bolting toward the emergency exit. Benjamin's small legs pumped furiously to keep up with his mom's longer strides.
Amid the chaos, a woman in a lavish white wedding dress appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. The dress was an exquisite masterpiece: lace bodice with intricate beadwork, a long train trailing behind her with silk underskirts peeking through, and a veil that cascaded down to her waist. She wore delicate white lace gloves that reached her elbows, and designer wedding sandals adorned with pearls and diamonds. Her nails, impeccably manicured and painted a flawless white, gleamed as did her jewelry: a diamond tiara, a sapphire necklace, gold drop earrings with rubies, a platinum bracelet encrusted with emeralds, an intricate anklet that married silver and precious stones, and a thin diamond-studded waistband that hung from her hips like a glittering halo. Her wedding ring was an exquisite piece: a platinum band set with a large round diamond, encircled by smaller jewels. She had flowing blonde hair styled in an elaborate updo and blue eyes.
Her name was Emily, and she was 35 years old, born on January 3, 1984. She had been at a small wedding ceremony that went dreadfully awry as the undead crashed through the backyard reception. She had fled, blindly seeking refuge, only to stumble into this grocery store.
Emily's eyes locked onto Benjamin's, and in a desperate bid for survival, she reached out to grab the boy. Benjamin tried to dodge her grasp, but she managed to clutch onto him. The store whirled around him, and he felt dizzy, his vision going black.
When Benjamin's eyes fluttered open, everything was altered. He felt taller and saw a delicate veil obscuring his view. He pulled it aside with slim fingers encased in white lace gloves. He gasped as he looked down to find himself in the ornate wedding dress, with all the accompanying jewelry and polished nails. "Mommy?" he whimpered, but his voice was different—smooth, feminine, and tinged with alarm. Lisa was nowhere to be seen.
He tried to run but stumbled over the elaborate wedding shoes, the dress lifting just enough for him to see the pearl-studded sandals. "Ugh, it's so girly," he gagged, squeezing his eyes shut. Every movement was cumbersome; the dress was heavy, the shoes were unyielding, and the veil kept falling into his face. He struggled but managed to distance himself from the zombies.
Finally safe for a moment, he stood in front of a reflective store window, staring at himself. Tentatively, he traced his new blue eyes with dainty fingers, trying to will them back to brown. Though his mother's eyes had always been green, he noted. He gave up with a sigh.
Next, Benjamin tugged at the intricate updo. He tried pulling at bobby pins, dislodging pearls, and even yanking small sections of hair free. Nothing worked; the hairstyle remained meticulous.
Frustrated, he focused on removing the veil. He pulled at it, wobbled his head side to side, and even tried to sincerely tear it off, but it stayed firmly attached. The gloves were no easier; he pulled each finger, rubbed his hands together, and tried loosening them by using his teeth. Still, the gloves remained steadfast.
He then attempted to remove the dress. First, he tried unzipping the back but couldn't reach it. Then he searched for hidden buttons and hooks to no avail. He tried sliding the dress down over his hips, then pulling it up over his head, but it was far too tight. Lastly, he tried finding any lace or seam to rip, but the material was surprisingly durable.
Even the shoes mocked him. He fiddled with the delicate straps, tried to slip his feet out, and even attempted to cut the straps with a piece of broken glass. They wouldn't budge.
Benjamin attempted to remove each piece of jewelry, starting with the tiara. It felt like it was welded to his scalp. Next, he tried unclasping the necklace but his fingers fumbled over the intricate clasp. The earrings seemed glued to his ears, and the bracelet wouldn't slide over his lace-covered hand. The anklet and waistband seemed almost magical in their adherence, and the wedding ring was impossible to handle due to the gloves.
Desperate, Benjamin even tried scraping off the flawless nail polish with a piece of cardboard, but every attempt left the glossy white finish unmarred.
Suddenly, he found a small tag inside the dress with the name "Emily" and her birthday, January 3, 1984. He realized, panic mounting, that he was now older than his mom.
"I'm scared," he tried to say, but instead, the words unwillingly morphed into, "I'm ruening the drezz and the shooes and the makeup and I hope my huzband is kind." He spoke in a nasally feminine tone that sent chills down his spine.
Benjamin squeezed his eyes shut in fear, overwhelmed by the reality of his new form amidst the chaos of the zombie apocalypse.
This story was generated by user manemansteve with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: A story taking place in the year 2020 starring 7 year old Benjamin with a description of what he's wearing and his race being white and have him be shopping with his mom in the middle of a zombie pandemic. Include his mom's name, age, height, weight, birthday being after June, birth year, hair color and style and eye color. Have Benjamin know his mom's birthday and birth year by heart. Have them be wearily grabbing food and supplies putting it in the cart when zombies started pouring in to the grocery store. Have his mom start running with himfollowing close behind. Have a woman wearing a white wedding dress with a very detailed description of the wedding dress and wedding gloves and a veil and wedding shoes or wedding sandals with a detailed description of the wedding shoes or wedding sandals and have her nails be painted with a very detailed description of the nails being white and have her be wearing tons of wedding jewelry with detailed descriptions of all 6 pieces of jewelry including the wedding ring with a detailed description of the wedding ring. Include the woman's name, age, height, weight, birthday being before June, birth year being the same ashis mom, hair color and style being done for a wedding and eye color and race being white and include a reason for why she was wearing a wedding dress and where she came from and why. Have her notice the boy reaching out to grab him and have him try to avoid her still being grabbed by the woman getting dizzy and have his vision go black. Have him open his eyes realizing he's taller and has a veil covering his view and have him pull it out of the way and have him look down to see he was now wearing the wedding dress and the wedding gloves and all the jewelry and have him notice his fingernails are coated in a white polish and have him look for his mommy worriedly realizing she's now gone. Have him try to run stumbling over the shoes he was now wearing and have the woman's dress come up just enough for him to see the shoes he was now wearing and have him gag at how girly it all was and have him squeeze his eyes shut. Have him do everything to steady himself trying to run away from the zombies and have the veil consistently get in his view and have the shoes be hard to walk in and have him consistently trip over the dress eventually getting far enough away from the zombies. Have him innocently study his new reflection tracing his eyes with his dainty fingers and have him try to change his eyes back to normal noticing they look nothing like his mother's but give up on trying being specific as to what he did. Have him play with his hair that was done in an elaborate way for the wedding being unable to phase it or undo it being specific as to what he did. Have him try to take off the veil and the wedding gloves being unable to remove them being specific as to what he tried to do to remove the veil and being specific as to what he did to try to remove the gloves but the gloves and veil aren't stitched they're just stuck. Have him try to remove the whole wedding dress in 5 different ways being unsuccessful and including each of the 5 ways in the story with a detailed description. Have him try to remove the wedding shoes or wedding sandals being unable to trying in 5 different ways and including each of the 5 ways in the story. Have him try to remove the first piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the second piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the third piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fourth piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the fifth piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the sixth piece of the woman's wedding jewelry being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to remove the wedding ring off the woman's finger being unable to even get past the gloves being detailed and specific but being unable to remove it and why. Have him try to scrape off the woman's nail polish being unable to get rid of it being specific as to what he did and have the nail polish remain perfect. Have him somehow find out the birthday of the woman in the wedding dress realizing he's now older than his mom but include a logical way how he found out. Have him try to say I'm scared and have it be in quoted text unwillingly talking about ruining the dress and the shoes and the makeup and i hope "my" husband is _____ and have him speak in a nasally feminine tone filling in the blank and spell the words ruining and dress and husband differently and have him squeeze his eyes shut in fear.
Response: In the heart of 2020, amidst a panic-stricken world gripped by a zombie pandemic, seven-year-old Benjamin and his mom, Lisa, ventured cautiously into their local grocery store. Benjamin, a small boy with unruly brown hair and fair skin, wore a red Spider-Man t-shirt and blue shorts, with sneakers that lit up when he walked. His face was a mix of fear and determination as he held onto his mom's hand, who was the only constant in this terrifying new world. Lisa, a slender woman in her mid-thirties, stood at 5'6" and weighed about 130 pounds. Her birthday was October 15, 1984, making her 35 years old now. She had chestnut brown hair tied back into a practical ponytail, and her green eyes darted around, ever vigilant. Benjamin knew his mom's birthday and birth year by heart; it was something stable he clung to amidst the chaos. They hurriedly grabbed canned food and supplies, their cart filling up quicker than the bags underneath their eyes. Just as they turned down the aisle with the pasta, a cacophony of moans and shuffling feet erupted from the store's entrance. Zombies were pouring in, their decaying forms limping toward the nearest fresh target. "Run, Benjamin!" Lisa screamed, yanking his hand and bolting toward the emergency exit. Benjamin's small legs pumped furiously to keep up with his mom's longer strides. Amid the chaos, a woman in a lavish white wedding dress appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. The dress was an exquisite masterpiece: lace bodice with intricate beadwork, a long train trailing behind her with silk underskirts peeking through, and a veil that cascaded down to her waist. She wore delicate white lace gloves that reached her elbows, and designer wedding sandals adorned with pearls and diamonds. Her nails, impeccably manicured and painted a flawless white, gleamed as did her jewelry: a diamond tiara, a sapphire necklace, gold drop earrings with rubies, a platinum bracelet encrusted with emeralds, an intricate anklet that married silver and precious stones, and a thin diamond-studded waistband that hung from her hips like a glittering halo. Her wedding ring was an exquisite piece: a platinum band set with a large round diamond, encircled by smaller jewels. She had flowing blonde hair styled in an elaborate updo and blue eyes. Her name was Emily, and she was 35 years old, born on January 3, 1984. She had been at a small wedding ceremony that went dreadfully awry as the undead crashed through the backyard reception. She had fled, blindly seeking refuge, only to stumble into this grocery store. Emily's eyes locked onto Benjamin's, and in a desperate bid for survival, she reached out to grab the boy. Benjamin tried to dodge her grasp, but she managed to clutch onto him. The store whirled around him, and he felt dizzy, his vision going black. When Benjamin's eyes fluttered open, everything was altered. He felt taller and saw a delicate veil obscuring his view. He pulled it aside with slim fingers encased in white lace gloves. He gasped as he looked down to find himself in the ornate wedding dress, with all the accompanying jewelry and polished nails. "Mommy?" he whimpered, but his voice was different—smooth, feminine, and tinged with alarm. Lisa was nowhere to be seen. He tried to run but stumbled over the elaborate wedding shoes, the dress lifting just enough for him to see the pearl-studded sandals. "Ugh, it's so girly," he gagged, squeezing his eyes shut. Every movement was cumbersome; the dress was heavy, the shoes were unyielding, and the veil kept falling into his face. He struggled but managed to distance himself from the zombies. Finally safe for a moment, he stood in front of a reflective store window, staring at himself. Tentatively, he traced his new blue eyes with dainty fingers, trying to will them back to brown. Though his mother's eyes had always been green, he noted. He gave up with a sigh. Next, Benjamin tugged at the intricate updo. He tried pulling at bobby pins, dislodging pearls, and even yanking small sections of hair free. Nothing worked; the hairstyle remained meticulous. Frustrated, he focused on removing the veil. He pulled at it, wobbled his head side to side, and even tried to sincerely tear it off, but it stayed firmly attached. The gloves were no easier; he pulled each finger, rubbed his hands together, and tried loosening them by using his teeth. Still, the gloves remained steadfast. He then attempted to remove the dress. First, he tried unzipping the back but couldn't reach it. Then he searched for hidden buttons and hooks to no avail. He tried sliding the dress down over his hips, then pulling it up over his head, but it was far too tight. Lastly, he tried finding any lace or seam to rip, but the material was surprisingly durable. Even the shoes mocked him. He fiddled with the delicate straps, tried to slip his feet out, and even attempted to cut the straps with a piece of broken glass. They wouldn't budge. Benjamin attempted to remove each piece of jewelry, starting with the tiara. It felt like it was welded to his scalp. Next, he tried unclasping the necklace but his fingers fumbled over the intricate clasp. The earrings seemed glued to his ears, and the bracelet wouldn't slide over his lace-covered hand. The anklet and waistband seemed almost magical in their adherence, and the wedding ring was impossible to handle due to the gloves. Desperate, Benjamin even tried scraping off the flawless nail polish with a piece of cardboard, but every attempt left the glossy white finish unmarred. Suddenly, he found a small tag inside the dress with the name "Emily" and her birthday, January 3, 1984. He realized, panic mounting, that he was now older than his mom. "I'm scared," he tried to say, but instead, the words unwillingly morphed into, "I'm ruening the drezz and the shooes and the makeup and I hope my huzband is kind." He spoke in a nasally feminine tone that sent chills down his spine. Benjamin squeezed his eyes shut in fear, overwhelmed by the reality of his new form amidst the chaos of the zombie apocalypse.
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